C2 Death of grandpa

Seeing a black pig digging for his grandfather's grave, I felt that this matter was too absurd. Could it be that this pig was here to take revenge on my grandfather?

However, the Second Uncle had already made his move. With a "peng" sound, the hunting rifle hit the pig, and the pig immediately let out a wail, just like what he heard every time he killed the pig.

But after the gunshots, the pig did not fall down, nor did it run away in panic. Instead, it turned around and stared at Second Uncle, its hooves continuously digging the ground, its two blood-red eyes staring at Second Uncle.

Now it was our turn to panic, because the pig's eyes were too emotional. It was obvious from its angry expression that this expression was definitely not something a pig should have.

"Peng!" In his anger, Second Uncle didn't think too much and fired another shot, hitting the pig's head. However, the power of the shotgun was too small and the bullet actually didn't penetrate it, but got stuck there.

The pig rushed towards Second Uncle, knocked him down to the ground, and was about to open its mouth to bite him, but at that moment, my father rushed over and waved his machete fiercely.

My blood boiled when I saw this scene. I also rushed forward and stabbed down with the dagger in my hand.

With a "pu" sound, the dagger sank into the pig's body. Then, the pig collapsed and died.

My dad pulled Second Uncle out from under the pig's body and kept asking him if he was alright.

Second Uncle's face was as white as paper, his entire body was trembling and he was shaking his head unharmed.

My dad sighed and helped Second Uncle to the side. Then he went over to fill up my grandfather's tomb with the earth that was dug up.

At first, I thought it was a wild boar, but upon closer inspection, I realized that it was a sow. Furthermore, it was the type that was raised by farmers, and its size was at most one hundred or eight kilograms.

So I asked my father and Second Uncle why did a domestic pig come and dig my grandfather's grave. I had heard of a wild boar digging a grave, but that was because there was mountain medicine and yellow spirit around the grave.

Second Uncle finally caught his breath and told me with a trembling voice that this sow was one of the killers who killed Grandfather.

The Pig Slayer was killed by the Pig Slaughterer. I think this is the funniest joke of the year.

But when Second Uncle slowly said it, I couldn't laugh because he said that the pig was about to turn into a spirit.

"This pig is raised by old lady Wang. It has been raised for more than ten years. A few days ago …" The Second Uncle started to talk about the reason why I came here. After listening to it, I was shocked.

Because I remembered a story from a fantasy magazine about the Republic of China era, about a sow killing a man, about a farmer who raised a sow and kept her baby and didn't sell her, and killed her and ate her meat when she grew up, and gave her the bones to eat, and so on for more than ten years, when suddenly the sow went mad and rushed out of her nest and killed her entire family, shocking the world.

Later on, a monk explained that this pig would gain wisdom after nurturing it for a long time, and the family did not know that not only did they slaughter its son in front of it, but they also fed its bones to it.

The history is so similar, our village's Old Lady Wang also raised a sow, after laying the piglet, she raised a big pig to eat meat, only to eat half and sell half, it has been more than ten years.

It's just bad luck for my grandpa, because this sow is too old, and didn't give birth to any more babies last year. If the sow doesn't give birth, then she'll be a waste pig, so Old Lady Wang asked her grandpa to help her kill the pig.

But the pig already knew that old lady Wang was going to kill it, so it tricked my grandpa's scouting. When my grandpa was about to kill it, it suddenly knocked my grandpa over and coincidentally stabbed the knife into his stomach.

No wonder they didn't say it earlier, it's really too embarrassing. Grandfather went out to train under someone else and killed pigs, and I don't know how many pigs he killed in the past few decades, but in the end, he died because of one pig. Naturally, it's very shameful.

After my father finished filling in the soil, he came over to ask us what we should do with the pig.

I suggest we bury it.

Second Uncle wanted to share it with the entire village. If they didn't eat its meat, they would never be able to stop gnawing on its bones.

My dad also agreed, but started to worry, saying that there shouldn't be anything wrong with the pig after all, the pig was about to turn into a spirit.

My father slowly agreed, mainly because he hates this pig too much. Not only did he kill Grandfather, he also caused our family's reputation to be disgraced, and no one would talk about the funeral, so in the future, people would definitely make fun of him.

Thus, Second Uncle went home and pulled a cart, and we pulled the pig back to the village together. This caused a huge sensation, because even if we avenge Grandfather, our descendants would not be considered as shameful.

The Second Uncle thought that they needed to cut the meat into pieces, but not many people would dare to take it. Firstly, it was because we had the customs, the elderly sows were poisonous, and the humans did not eat well. Secondly, they all knew what was going on with the pigs.

Second Uncle was in high spirits, it didn't matter if no one wanted meat. After he finished picking the meat, the bone stew and soup, he also made a lot of other Red Braised Meat, but he still used salt to marinate the remaining meat, saying that he would slowly eat later.

But at the table, my father and I did not touch the pork, really not interested in the pig will think of grandpa.

After we finished eating, we sat together and chatted idly. In my head, Second Uncle suddenly said something, previously, on the mountain, Second Uncle said that this pig was one of the killers who killed Grandfather, which meant that there was still a killer, so I asked Second Uncle if there was any other reason.

He never thought that Second Uncle would once again act like a scoundrel and not admit it, and even said that it was a slip of the tongue.

I asked my dad, but my dad also said no, which made me anxious. I'm already over 20, but they always treat me like a child. They didn't even tell me about my grandpa's previous death, which made me very angry.

At that time, as long as there was a car, it would only take me more than an hour to get to the hospital in the county. If I went to the hospital in the town to deal with it first, then their ambulance would carry me there.

My father and Second Uncle were unable to give me a reasonable explanation so they simply stopped talking. They were really angered to the point that my liver hurt.

"Knife, right, knife, where's the knife that grandpa gave me?" I suddenly shouted, because I realized that it was definitely the knife that had a problem, because my grandpa's knife was marked, and there were all sorts of customs in our village that required us to hold a large feast every year, so there were also two or three pig slaughterers that would invite me here. In the past, there were situations where the knife had mixed up, so grandpa carved marks on the handle of the knife, and when I touched it, I knew that grandpa's knife had been touched countless times since I was a kid, but this time I never touched it.

My father and Second Uncle also stood up and helped me find a knife. However, they had already searched for it at home, but couldn't find it no matter how they searched. It was as if it had disappeared into thin air.

The Pig Slaughtering Knife disappeared just like that, but I didn't believe him. I thought that either my father or Second Uncle had deliberately hidden it, so I questioned them.

However, my father got angry and scolded me for being unruly, saying that if I lost a knife, I would lose it. What's so great about that.

I said that it was my grandpa who left it for me, or else he wouldn't have asked me to dream about it and then appeared at my bedside.

When he said that, my dad got even angrier. He threw the whole set of knives that my grandfather killed the pigs in front of me and told me to take whatever I wanted.

I felt that the generation gap between my father and me was really a Pacific Ocean, which was simply incomprehensible. I got angry and went back to my room, put my clothes away, and decided that I would return to school tomorrow, since I couldn't stay here any longer.

But in the middle of the night, I suddenly heard Second Aunt's sorrowful cries. I immediately got up and rushed out the door, and my father also rushed out to Second Uncle's room.

"Big brother..." When Second Aunt saw us coming, she pointed at Second Uncle as if she found her backbone and cried out.

When we saw the Second Uncle, we were immediately shocked.

Because Second Uncle's throat seemed to have a problem, one hand grabbing onto his throat and the other pointing at him, his face was completely red.

"Howl, howl!" The Second Uncle shouted, but what we heard was the same as a pig's voice.

My father was on the verge of collapse, and I couldn't even stand properly. I was about to go dumb, was Second Uncle about to become a pig demon?